Brambles before me, not of me.
Lost to definition, far from names;
Answers beg for a question,
pleading lines from the infinite.
Lost to definition, far from names;
Answers beg for a question,
pleading lines from the infinite.
~lil' k in '05
YES the personal briars of our seemingly finite lives are so very dense with sensations that we are constantly grasping and bending, closing our eyes and crawling, notoriously prying through life’s a'maze'ing dance.. and when we PAY ATTENTION to the evolution of our One Being, we may notice that we scrimmage: we are all playing on the side! So, if and when the illusion of the ego-minded identity takes center stage, just remember-we are all on this playing field together.
YES the personal briars of our seemingly finite lives are so very dense with sensations that we are constantly grasping and bending, closing our eyes and crawling, notoriously prying through life’s a'maze'ing dance.. and when we PAY ATTENTION to the evolution of our One Being, we may notice that we scrimmage: we are all playing on the side! So, if and when the illusion of the ego-minded identity takes center stage, just remember-we are all on this playing field together.
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good grief, it's almost a football analogy..
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